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THE MUSE 



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Volume 3X. 1906=07. 

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honorary jlWember of tfje 
Class of 1907 

toinins abbteer— prubent counselor— steabfaat frienb 

tijis bolume of tfjc jffitift tse affectionately 

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" s&tir to.is a frienb inbeeb. 
iKlitfj all a (rienb'S best birttits shining bright : 

lit mas no broken reeb 
i'ou leaneb on, tofjen pou trusted to bee migtjt." 




Miss Lizzie Hinton Lee. 



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" Mv >>«? nolile anl> approbeb noofc masters." 

W$t Poarb of trustees; 



Et. Eev. Joseph Blount Cheshire, D.D., President Ealeigh 

Kt. Eev. Eobeet Steange, D.D Wilmington 

Et. Eev. Ellison Capers, D.D Columbia 

Et. Eev. Junius M. Horner Asheville 

Clerical ana Hap ^trustees 
Biocege of J2ortfj Carolina 

Eev. F. J. Murdoch, D.D., Salisbury. E. H. Lewis, M.D., Ealeigh. 

Eev. Julian E. Ingle, Henderson. W. A. Erwin, West Durham. 

Eev. M. M. Marshall, D.D., Ealeigh. Chas. E. Johnson, Ealeigh. 

Eichard H. Battle, LL.D., Ealeigh. David Y. Cooper, Henderson. 

JBioceSe of Cast Carolina 

Eev. Eobt. B. Drane, D.D., Edenton. Frank Wood, Edenton. 

Eev. E. W. Hogue, Wilmington. Geo. C. Eotall, Goldsboro. 

UioceSe of g»outi) Carolina 

Eev. W. P. Witsell, B.D., Columbia. H. P. Duval, Cheraw. 

EEV. H. J. Mikell, B.D., Charleston. [P. T. Hatne, Greenville. 

Bistiict of Stefjebille 

Eev. Walter Hughson, Waynesville. Col. T. F. Davidson, Asheville. 

F. A. Clinard, Hickory. 

Wqz Cxecutibe Committee 

Et. Eev. Joseph B. Cheshire, D.D. 
Eev. F. J. Murdoch, D.D. Dr. E. H. Lewis. 

Mr. Chas. E. Johnson. Mr. W. A. Erwin. 

ibetretarp ano treasurer 

Dr. Kemp P. Battle, Jr., Ealeigh. 




THE REVEREND McNEELY DuBOSE, 

Fourth Rector of St. Miiy'i School. 1903-1907 

'In doctrine incorrupt; in language plain, and plain in manner; 
Decent, solemn, chaste, and natural in gesture; 
Much impressed himself as conscious of his awful charge, 
And anxious mainly that the flock he feeds may feel it too." 




MRS. McNEELY DuBOSE, 

School Mother, 5t. Mary's, 1903-1907 

' Devoted, anxious, generous, void of guile, 
And with, her whole heart's welcome in her smile/ 



Wt)t Jf acult? ant) Officers! 

1906=07 

Rev. McNEELY DuBOSE, B.S., B.D. (Sewanee) Rector. 

Mrs. McNEELY DuBOSE, School Mother. 

Miss ELIZA POOL Rector's Assistant. 

ERNEST CRUIKSHANK, . . Secretary. 

Ww. academic Jfacultp 

Rev. McNEELY DuBOSE, Bible and Ethics. 

Univ. South., B.S., '81, B.D., '84; Rector Trinity Parish, Asheville, 1890- 
1903; Rector St. Mary's, 1904-07. 

ELEANOR WALTER THOMAS, English. 

College for Women (S. C.) — A.M., '00; Columbia University — graduate 
student, '05. Tutor, College for Women, 1897-1900; instructor in Mathe- 
matics, St. Mary's, 1900; in English, 1901-04; instructor in English, Green- 
ville (S. C.) College, 1904; instructor in English, St. Mary's, since 1905. 
Faculty Director of the Literary Societies. Home address : Columbia, S. C. 

WILLIAM ENOS STONE, History and Philosophy. 

Harvard — A.B.; Principal Edenton (N. C. ) Academy, 1902; instructor 
in Porter Academy, Charleston, 1903; instructor in English, St. Mary's, 
1904; in History, etc., since 1906. Home address: Greensboro, N. C. 

ELIZA A. POOL, French. 

Educated in Sauveur School of Languages, Portland School of Languages, 
University of Geneva and the Sorbonne, Paris. Teacher at Oxford Semi- 
nary; for fifteen years teacher in the Raleigh city schools — Principal Wiley 
School, Assistant in the High School; instructor in French, St. Mary's, 
1907. Home address: Raleigh. 




MR. CRUIKSHANK. 



MISS SMITH. 




MISS I'lIITUlS. 



MIS;- DoBOSB. 



ERNEST CRUIKSHANK Latin. 

Washington College (Md.) — A.B., '97, A.M., '98; Johns Hopkins Uni- 
versity — graduate student, '01. Instructor in Latin and Mathematics, 
Shenandoah Collegiate Institute (Va. ), 1902-03; instructor in Science, St. 
Mary's, 1904-06; in Latin, 1904-07. Secretary, 1905-07; Librarian, 1906-07. 
Faculty Director of The Muse. Home addresB: Baltimore, Md. 

ADA B. SMITH Mathematics. 

Randolph-Macon Woman's College — A.B., '04; instructor in Mathematics, 
The Misses Thomas' School, Memphis, '05-06; instructor in Mathematics, 
St. Mary's, 1907. Faculty Director of Athletics. Home address: Bavena- 
wood, W. Va. 

SARA H. SPURLOCK, German and Science. 

Educated at Peabody Normal College, University of Cincinnati, and the 
University of Berlin. Teacher at Ward Seminary, etc. Teacher St. Mary's, 
Sept., 1906-Feb., 1907. Home: McMinnville, Tenn. Deceased, Feb. 22, 1907. 

ELIZA RICHARDS BROWN, German and Science. 

St. Mary's — Valedictorian, 1904; Trinity College, Durham— A.B., '06. 
Instructor in St. Mary's since February, 1907. Home address: Baleigh. 

MARY ELIZA SPANN, Preparatory Branches. 

Graduate Peabody Normal College. Extensive teaching experience. 
Assistant in the Preparatory School, St. Mary's, since 1907. 

MARGARET ROSALIE DuBOSE . Preparatory Branches. 

St. Mary's — Valedictorian, 1905; Assistant in the Grammar School, 1907. 

KATE McKIMMON, Primary Department. 

St. Mary's, student and teacher since 1861. Secretary of the Alumnae 
Association. Home address: Baleigh. 

YANITA CRIBBS, Expression and Physical Culture. 

tE%e Urt School 
CLARA I. FENNER, Director. 

Graduate of Maryland Institute, School of Art and Design; special stu- 
dent, Pratt Institute, Brooklyn. Teacher of Art, St. Mary's, 1896; 
private teaching, Baltimore, 1899; Director of Art Department, St. 
Mary's since 1902. Home address: Baltimore, Md. 



Wtf. iHugic Srtjaol 

ALMON W. VINCENT, Director, . . . Piano, Harmony, Chorus Work. 
Pupil of Stephen Emery, B. J. Lang, Geo. Whiting, Weidenbach, Jadas- 
sohn, and Eeinecke; two years at New England Conservatory; Gold Medallist 
at College of Music, Cincinnati ; graduate Royal Conservatory, Leipzig. 
Seven years professor and member of the Board of Examiners at the Cincin- 
nati College of Music; three years Director of Mt. Allison Conservatory, 
Canada; Director of Music at National Park Seminary, Washington, D. C, 
and Westminster College, New Wilmington, Pa. Organist and Choir Master 
Central Christian Church and Church of the Advent, Cincinnati; St. Cath- 
arine's Church, New York. Conductor of "The Choristers." Director St. 
Mary's, 1907 — Summer home: Lake Maranacook, Maine. 

MARTHA A. DOWD, Pi ano . 

Graduate St. Mary's, 1884. Pupil of Kursteiner, Sophus Wiig. Teacher 
of Piano, St. Mary's, since 1880. Home address: West Raleigh, N. C. 

CHELIAN H. PIXLEY, Pi ano . 

Pupil of E. C. Schutt; Certificate Teacher Virgil Clavier Method; Pupil 
in Paris of Moszkowski. Teacher in Piano, St. Mary's, since 1903. 

CHARLOTTE KENDALL HULL, . Violin, Mandolin, Guitar, History, Music. 
Graduate Chicago Musical College; pupil in Paris of Viardot; Teacher 
of Violin, etc., and Director of the Orchestra, St. Mary's, since 1903. 
Director of the Glee Club. Home address: Ottawa, 111. 

Mrs. JESSAMINE HARRISON-IRVINE Piano. 

Pupil of Carols Sobrino, London; Leopold Godowsky, Berlin, and Rafael 
Joseffy, New York; interpretator with Rive-King and McDowell; harmony 
with Spicker and Houseley. Home address: Denver, Col. 

Mrs. MARIE AGNES VINCENT Voice Culture. 

Student of Voice and Piano, Cincinnati College of Music; pupil of Tecla 
Vigna, Lino Mattiolo, Emilio Belari, and of Sbriglia, Paris. Teacher at 
Mt. Allison Conservatory, Canada, and at National Park Seminary, Wash- 
ington; head of Voice Department, Westminster College, Pa., and at St. 
Mary's since 1907. Home address: Lake Maranacook, Maine. 




Miss nown. 





MR. VINCENT. 




MRS. VINCENT. 




MISS HULL. 



MISS FENXER. 





MISS LEE. 



MISS SCTTON. 





MISS WALTO.V 



UBS. Tl'RNEK. 



QTfjr Jkrjool of expression 

YANITA CRIBBS, Director. 

Graduate Tuscaloosa College; special student Expression, University of 
Alabama. Instructor Tuscaloosa College and Asheville Seminary. Teacher 
of Expression, etc., St. Mary's, since 1906. Instructor of Physical Culture. 
Director of the Dramatic Club. Home address: Tuscaloosa, Ala. 

Efce Pusincfis &cf)ool 

LIZZIE HINTON LEE, Principal. 

Established the Business Department, and since 1897 its Principal. 
Home address: Raleigh. 

JULIET B. SUTTON, Assistant. 

St. Mary's Academic Department and Business School. Since 1901 
Assistant in the Business Department. Home address: Raleigh. 

©fficera 

Miss LOLA E. WALTON, Matron of Infirmary. 

Pupil of St. Mary's under first Rector. In charge of the Infirmary since 
1902. Home address: Morganton, N. C. 

Mrs. K. M. TURNER Housekeeper. 

In charge since September, 1906. Home address: Tuscaloosa, Ala. 

Mrs. MARY E. IREDELL, Visitor. 

Mr. Cruikshank, . . Librarian. 

Miss Lee Bookkeeper. 

Miss Sutton, Stenographer. 

Miss Mary J. Spruill, Assistant in the Library, Inspector of Practice. 



g>t. jdlarp'g Alumnae gteaoctatton 

President, Mrs. Mary Iredei.l, Raleigh. 

f Mrs. M. T. Leak, Durham. 
Vice-Presidents, ! Mrs. I McK. Pittenger. Raleigh. 

j Mrs. F. P. Tucker, Raleigh. 

{ Mrs. Kate deR. Meares, Wilmington. 

Secretary-Treasurer, Miss Kate McKimmon, St. Mary's. 

Organized: May, 1882. 



Rebuilding and enlarging St. Mary's Chapel. Completed, 1904. 
Foundation Smedes Memorial Scholarship. Established 1903. 




Mrs. Mary Iredell, 
President of the Alumnae Association. Life-Lono Worker for St. 
Mary's. 
(Educated at St. Mary's under the elder Dr. Smedes, and later a valued 
teacher throughout his administration and that of Dr. Bennett Smedes; 
Agent of the Trustees and Visitor for the School during the administra- 
tions of Dr. Bratton and Mr. DuBose. ) 



T^> 



tEfje Clastf of 1907 



Color: White and Gold. Flower: Daisy. 

Motto : Tenax propositi. 

©fficers 

Beatrice Bollman Cohen, . . . President. 

Emily Jordan Carrison, . . Vice-President 

Louise Hill, Secretary-Treasurer. 

Heber Corinne Birdsong, . . . .Historian. 

Helen Ball, Poet. 

Louise Hill, Prophet. 

&oa 

Helen Ball. 

Heber Corinne Birdsong. 
Emily Jordan Carrison. 
Beatrice Bollmann Cohen. 
Lillian Hauser Farmer. 
Louise Hill. 
Alice McCullers. 
Sue Brent Prince. 
Mary James Spruill. 








HELEN BALL, Raleigh, N. C. 

JUNIOR YEAR. 

K A II Literary Society. 

SENIOR TEAR. 

E A II Literary Society. 
Class Poet. 

Literary Editor Annual Muse. 
Muse Club. 



This is Helen, who amid our pleasant scenes. 
Found much joy in writing poetry, in her teens. 
Her gentle spirit rolls 
"In the harmony of souls." 
(She alone, I fear, can tell you what this 
means. ) 






HEBER BIRDSONG, 

JUNIOR TEAR. 

E A II Literary Society. 

SENIOR YEAR. 

E A IT Literary Society. 
Class Historian. 
Art Editor Annual Muse. 
Muse Club. 



Raleigh, N. C. 



This senior seems a saint, but, oh 
Pray do not let her fool you so — 
Fond sentiment doth in her glow — 
If aught be worse, we'd like to know. 





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Clever Emily here you see, 
Her languages, they number three, 
She has an overflowing store 
Of every sort and kind of lore. 

And yet tho' such a learned lass 
This one mild judgment must we 
That like "the mule" she wants her way, 
And true to sex, will have her say. 



EMILY JORDAN CAKRISON, * M 

Camden, S. C. 

JUNIOR YEAH. 

Vice-President of Class. 

Treasurer 2 A Literary Society. 

Pres. St. Etheldreda's Chapter. 

Altar Guild. 

Tennis Club. 

South Carolina Club. 

SENIOR YEAR. 

Vice-President of Class. 
Secretary Sigma Lambda. 
Sec. St. Catharine's Chapter. 
President Altar Guild. 
Pres. South Carolina Club. 
Business Manager Annual Muse. 
Muse Club. 
Dramatic Club. 
Tennis Club. 
Chapel Usher. 
F. C. F. C. 





She was not naturally bad 

Or viciously inclined, 
But from her youth she had a very 

Waggish turn of mind. 
The teachers sometimes grimly scowled 

With indignation wild, 
The teachers sometimes gruffly growled, 

But Bee still calmly smiled. 



BEATRICE BOLLMANN COHEN, 

Florence, S. 

JUNIOR YEAR. 

2 A Literary Society. 
South Carolina Club. 
Tennis Club. 
St. Etheldreda's Chapter. 

SENIOR YEAR. 

President of Class. 

S A Literary Society. 

Literary Editor Annual Muse. 

Muse Club. 

South Carolina Club. 

Dramatic Club. 

St. Catharine's Chapter. 





LILLIAN HAUSER FARMER, * M 

Florence, S. C. 

JUNIOR YEAB. 

Class President. 

Critic E A IT Society. 

Inter-Society Debater. 

Junior Representative Muse Staff. 

Treasurer Altar Guild. 

St. Catharine's Chapter. 

Tennis Club. 

South Carolina Club. 

Winner Niles Medal. 

SENIOR TEAS. 

President E A n Literary Society. 

Editor-in-Chief Annual Muse. 

Inter-Society Debater. 

Sec.-Treas. South Carolina Club. 

Muse Club. 

Altar Guild. 

St. Catharine's Chapter. 

Chapel Usher. 

Tennis Club. 

F. C. F. C. 



Little Lillian as "Ed." 

Calls down jokes upon her head, 
But she somehow doesn't care 
To have them published anywhere; 

And she merely smiles at "quizzere," 

Saying sternly, "Bring my scissors." 





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LOUISE HILL, A K * 



Lexington, N. C. 



In Senior Hall she reigned supreme 

Possessing each girl's cherished dream- 
Much lovely hair — and what is more 
'Twas not procured at any store. 



JUNIOR YEAR. 

Teller E A II Literary Society. 
Treasurer St. Catharine's Chapter. 
W. M. T. E. 

SENIOR TEAR. 

Critic E A II Literary Society. 
Inter-Society Debater. 
Secretary-Treasurer of Class. 
Class Prophet. 
Muse Club. 

Literary Editor Annual Muse. 
President St. Catharine's Chapter. 
Altar Guild. 
F. C. F. C. 






Here's a striking combination 
To arouse our admiration, 
For Alice is a wit, 
(And can sew as well and knit. 
Domestically inclined,) 
Despite her poet's mind. 
What a pleasure it must be 
To be talented as she! 



ALICE McCULLEES, 

JU.NIOB TEAR. 

E A II Literary Society. 
Altar Guild. 
Tennis Club. 
Basket-Bali Team. 

SENIOR YEAR. 

E A II Literary Society. 

Art Editor Annual Muse. 

Tennis Club. 

Muse Club. 

Altar Guild. 

St. Catharine's Chapter. 

T. E. N. 



McCullers, N. C. 



For she's 





Thus doth the little maid at school 
Improve each shining hour, 
By strumming on her mandolin 
With all her might and power. 



SUE BRENT PRINCE, K A 

Wilmington, N. C. 

JUNIOR TEAB. 

Vice-President 2 A Literary Society. 

Basket-Ball Team. 

Tennis Club. 

Glee Club. 

T. T. G. G. 

St. Elizabeth's Chapter. 

SENIOR YEAR. 

President 2 A Literary Society. 

President Dramatic Club. 

Basket-Bail Team. 

Tennis Club. 

Glee Club. 

Art Editor Annual Muse. 

Muse Club. 

H. S. 





Mary J. loves quiet so. 
That she whose words are wont to flow 
When she sees Mary quickly flees, 
For fear of Mary's: "Quiet, please." 



MARY JAMES SPRUILL, Littleton, N. C. 

JUNIOR YEAR. 

2 A Literary Society. 
St. Anne's Chapter. 
Altar Guild. 
Basket-Bali Team. 
Tennis Club. 

SENIOR YEAB. 

2 A Literary Society. 

St. Catharine'9 Chapter. 

Altar Guild. 

Literary Editor Annual Muse. 

Muse Club. 



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Claasi ^tetorp 



On a bright and sunny morning in September, 1903, twenty lively girls 
started their careers as Freshmen at St. Mary's School. How homesick all of 
us were, but soon having become acquainted with the teachers, the girls, and 
the different school buildings, we no longer felt at all out of place. Of course, 
at first, we were rather " green," and on several occasions we did not fail to show 
it, but remembering our motto, " Tenax Propositi," we did not become dis- 
couraged. 

Fourteen of us happily returned to school as Sophomores. How glad we 
were to get back to the old place, to see once again our school-mates from whom 
we seemed to have been so long separated ; yet we missed and longed for the faces 
of those who had not returned. By mounting slowly, yet firmly, we gained 
entrance into the Junior Class, with the exception of one of our members — where 
is she? Echo answers, where? 

As a class, numbering only nine in the Senior year, bound together by 
common love, interest and toil, we have stood together and won our race. Now 
that the career of the Class of Naughty-Seven is drawing to a close, we realize 
what separation means, each one going out into the world, taking up perhaps 
different tasks in life. 

We sometimes get into a meditative mood, our thoughts wander over the 
four years of our lives spent in the buildings, the Grove, and the Chapel, and the 
question arises, where are our school-mates who started with us in 1903? Some 
have entered the State of Matrimony, while others have entered into society. 

We have come at last to the foot of the Mountain, but prepared, we hope, 
by our school training, we are now ready and waiting to conquer it. We will 
ascend to higher ambitions, higher aims, where we will plant the colors of St. 
Mary's on the topmost point. 




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(1 was elected class prophet! This thought worried me for weeks and weeks, for, try 
as I might, I could not discover that I had any natural ability in that line — or any ability 
at all, if the truth must be told. It was most distressing, for the Editor-in-chief had 
announced that all matter for the Annual must be handed in by a certain day, and that day 
was fast approaching. What should I do? I was in despair. I racked my brain but could 
find no ideas whatever. I wept and wailed, but all to no purpose. The prophecy had to be 
written, and written at once. Then came the solution.) 

One night, as I sat alone in a state of utter misery, I heard a gentle voice at 
my side. "What is the matter?" it said; "perhaps I can help you." I turned 
and beheld the tiniest man I ever saw. He was about six inches high and dressed 
entirely in brown, with a brown pointed cap and brown pointed shoes. I was so 
amazed I could only stare with mouth and eyes wide open. " May I not help 
you? " he asked. " Oh, if you only would," said I. " Can you prophesy? " He 
smiled. " I am prophet to the King of the Brownies, and it is much easier to 
foretell the fate of mortals than that of Brownies." I was delighted. " I must 
prophesy the fate of nine girls," I began, " and — " " Just tell me their names," 
he interrupted eagerly. " Well, there's the President, Beatrice Cohen." " She," 
he said, " will go to Europe to have her voice thoroughly trained so that when 
she returns she will be able to sing in church on a Sunday morning. She will 
soon grow tired of singing only once a week, and will go on the stage. There 
she will make a great hit with the classic song which begins, ' " Will you walk a 
little faster? " said the Whiting to the Snail.' Her success in this line will insure 
her a position for life." 

" Helen Ball," he continued, looking over my shoulder at the list of names, 
"will continue to cultivate her poetical gift, and she will become one of the greatest 



of Southern poets. Engrossed in her work, she will not even think of such a 
subordinate being as a man." 

" Heber Birdsong will go to Smith, where she will take a higher course in 
Mathematics and the degree of Ph.D. But, alas for the cause of education ! 
before she has time to teach, as she had intended, she will turn her attention to 
the building of a home." Here he paused, looked at the next name with a queer 
expression, and proceeded: " Emily Carrison, after she has waited long for her 
prince to come, and has finally given up all hope, will organize the ' Carrison 
Select School for Girls ' in Camden, South Carolina, and will spend the rest of 
her days teaching her many accomplishments to the girls of her State." " How 
dreadful," said I, " that her prince should never come." " Don't interrupt," he 
said severely, and I meekly pointed to the next name. 

" Lillian Farmer will at first organize a kindergarten, but will soon give it 
up when she discovers that only in debating is she at her best. As the chief 
debater for the Consolidation of Women's Clubs she will astonish the world. 
Her energy and her intellectual power will place her far above ordinary women. 
She, like Helen, will not subject her power to one whom she would have to 
' love, honor and obey.' Alice McCullers wishes to become a musician, but long 
before she has reached that height she will forget for what she was striving 
and yield to the pleadings of Johnnie. She will be very happy in her married 
life and will not regret that she gave up her ' career.' " " I am glad to hear that 
one of the class will be happily married," I remarked. He frowned darkly and 
resumed : 

" Sue Prince, popular, attractive, and a splendid dancer, will be the Society 
Belle of the class. Money and titles will be laid at her feet, but, though tempted, 
she will turn away from these things and marry a man who, though he has not 
much money, has love, kindness, strength, gentleness — in fact, everything to 
make a woman happy. Mary Spruill, for sometime after she graduates, will be 
head of the Latin Department of the Blank School, and the high grades of her 
pupils will be a wonder to the whole school. She has been known to say that 
she thinks that any girl who would leave her mother to get married is a goose. 
She will become one of these very same ' geese.' " The Brownie stopped. "And 
what of me?" I asked timidly. "You," said he solemnly, "will go to a place far 
from civilization and the haunts of men and there in the backwoods, for the rest 
of your life and in single blessedness, you will 'teach the young idea how to 
shoot.'" "Oh," I cried, "must this be?" There was no answer and when I 
looked around he was gone, and our fates were sealed forever. 




Class $oem 



With careful step we climb the height, 
And though the way seems long 

We struggle on, maintain the fight, 
In sunshine and in storm. 

The road is rough, and steep, and hard, 

The climbing is not play; 
Achievement is the best reward 

Of effort, day by day. 

And now we come to this last day 
When the lessons all are o'er, 

Tenax propositi our cry 
As ever heretofore. 




Cfje Certificate $upite of 1906=07 




SERENA COBIA BAILEY, * M 
English. 



Palatka, Pla. 




MARGUERITE ASHLEY SHORT, A K * 

Lake Waecamaw, N. C. 
English. 




HELEN STRANGE, A K *• Wilmington, N. C. 

English. 




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&fje Class of 1908 



Colors : Black and Gold. Flower : Black-eyed Susan. 

Motto : Step by step we gain the height. 

Elizabeth Waddill President. 

Marguerite Le Cron Vice-President. 

Frankie Self, Sec'y-Treasurer. 



Junior l\olI 



Katie Coke. 

Mary Grimes Cowper. 
Ellen Duvall. 
Nellie Fort. 

Isabelle Hanna. 



Bertha Holman. 
Marguerite LeCeon. 
Frankie Self. 
Marguerite Thompson. 
Nell Wilson. 



Elizabeth Waddill. 




Cfje Claste of 1909 



Colors : Green and White. Flower : White Carnation. 

Motto : Esse quam videri. 

Sallie Haywood Battle,. . . President. 

Eva Rogerson, Vice-President. 

Phyllis Hickson, Secretary. 

Georgia Hales, Treasurer. 



&opl)omore Boll 



Sallie Haywood Battle. 
Grace Deaton. 
Georgia Hales. 
Gladys Harris. 
Phyllis Hickson. 
Jessie Jennings. 



Minnie Leary. 

Julia McIntyre. 
Eva Rogerson. 

Emilie Smith. 
Mary Vann. 

Ethel Wynne. 




W$t Cla&s of 1910 

Colors: Dark Blue and Gold. 



Flower: Iris. 



Motto: En avant. 



Annie C. Wood President. 

Mary ShuFord, Vice-President. 

Paula Hazard Secretary. 

Lula Taliaferro Treasurer. 



jFrosftman 3RoU 



Alexander, Maet E. 

Beckwith, Florence M. 
Boykik, Meta C. 
Botkin, Sarah 

Carrison, Hallie 
Cates, Margaret 



Hazard, Paula E. 
Hines, Alice 

Moore, Pattie Louise 
Eogerson, Ida 
Shields, Bebe 

Shuford, Mary C. 



Clark, Bebecca Calvebt 
Dixon, Elizabeth 

DuBose, Janie Porches 
Frazer, Inez 

Frazier, Christine 



Simpson, Jennie 
Smith, Irene 

Turner, Jennie Belle 
Williams, Margaret 
Wood, Annie C. 



W$t Utterarp g>octettesf anb tfje 3toter=g>ocietp 

iDcfjatcs 

The Sigma Lambda and the Epsilon Alpha Pi Literary Societies were 
organized in April, 1900, at the suggestion of Dr. Bratton, then Rector. 

In 1902 the first Inter-Society Debate was held, and since then they have 
been held annually. 

1902 
"Resolved, That poetry haB done more for the development of man than prose." 

Sigma Lambda: Kate deR. Meares, '03; Mary Henderson, '03; and Lucy Taylor 
Redwood, '04, Negative, 

defeated Epsilon Alpha Pi: Jennie Trapier, '03; Anna Gifford, '04; and Mary Spruill 
Weeks, '02. r 

1903. 
"Resolved, That man has done more for the world than woman." 

Sigma Lambda: Mary Henderson, '03; and Kate deR. Meares, '03, Affirmative, 
defeated Epsilon Alpha Pi: Ann Gifford, '04; and Helen Davies. 

1904. 

•'Resolved, That the victory of Japan would be more advantageous to the world than that 
of Russia." 

Epsilon Alpha Pi: Cornelia Coleman, '04; and Elmer George, Negative, 
defeated Sigma Lambda: Anna Clark, '05; and Marjorie Hughson, '04. 

1905. 

"Resolved, That the indiscriminate education of all classes is productive neither of discon- 
tent nor of evil to the individual or society." 

Sigma Lambda: Anna Clark, '05; and Ellen Gibson, '05, 

defeated Epsilon Alpha Pi: Elmer George and Rena Clark, '05. 

190G. 
"Resolved, That the enormous growth of the modern novel is a disadvantage to education. ' 
Epsilon Alpha Pi: Frances E. Woolf, '06; and Lillian Farmer, '07, Negative, 
defeated Sigma Lambda: Jane Iredell Green, '06; and Margaret Mackay, '06. 

1907. 

"Resolved, That the higher education of women makes happier homes." 
Sigma Lambda: Serena Bailey and Helen Strange, Negative, 

defeated Epsilon Alpha Pi: Lillian Farmer, '07; and Louise Hill, '07. 



g>tgma Hamfcba Utterarp &octetp 

Flower : Yellow Jessamine. Colors : Purple and Gray. 

Motto: Lit with the sun. 



®ttittvi, 1906=07 

Sue Brent Prince, President. 

Sara Haigh Jones, .... Vice-President. 

Emily Jordan Carrison, .... Secretary. 

Helen Katharine Liddell, . . Treasurer. 
Serena Cobia Bailey, . . Corr. Secretary. 

Helen Strange Critic. 

Alice Witherspoon Corbett, . Historian. 
Katherine Henderson, 1 
Eloise Robinson, J 



Tellers. 



N. Atkinson. 

F. M. Beckwith. 
M. C. Boykin. 

S. H. Boykin. 
S. F. Bynum. 

H. C. Caebison. 
J. M. Chapman. 

B. Clark. 
B. B. Cohen. 

G. Coopeb. 
J. S. Crews. 

B. Dixon. 
J. P. DuBose. 

A. Gentby. 
J. Gilmer. 

H. Gwyn. 

M. GWYNN. 



&cttoe ffltmbzvsi 

C. Gregory. 

M. S. Gabbett. 
G. S. Hales. 

I. Hanna. 
E. Heath. 

A. Hines. 
G. Huff. 

M. W. Hughes. 

B. IVEY. 

J. B. Jennings. 
M. Koines. 

M. Leaey. 
M. LeCron. 

A. Moore. 
P. L. Moore. 

M. I. Morgan. 

A. MUNNERLYN. 



J. Pratheb. 

J. ROSSEB. 

M. Shuford. 

D. Shebbill. 
L. M. Sheebill. 

B. H. Shields. 
I. A. Smith. 

M. Short. 
M. J. Spruill. 

J. H. Stillman. 
L. Taliaferro. 

M. Temple. 
J. B. Turner. 

M. V. Thompson. 
B. Wattees. 

M. Wiggins. 
E. W. Wilson. 



Me. DuBose. 

Mbs. DuBose. 
Mb. Stone. 

Miss Pixley. 
Mr. Vincent. 



j^onorarj) JWemhersi 

Miss Dowd. 

Miss Fenner. 
Miss DuBose. 

Miss Sutton. 
Mrs. Vincent. 



Miss Spann. 

Miss Smith. 
Miss Brown. 

Miss Thomas. 
Mrs. Tueneb. 



Cpgtlon &lpfja $t literary g>octetj> 

Flower: Wild Rose. Colors: Old Rose and Sage. 

Motto: Where high thoughts are duty. 

©ft iters!, 1906=07 

Lillian Hauser Farmer, '07, . . . President. 

Elizabeth Turner Waddill, '08, . Vice-Pres. 

Grace Ward, Recording Secretary. 

Sallie Haywood Battle, '09, Corr. Secretary. 

Eva Rocerson, '09, Treasurer. 

Louise Hill, '07, Critic. 

Frankie Self, '08, Historian. 

Annie Wells, '10, 

Kate Blacknall, '10, )■ Tellers. 

Paula Hazard, '10, 

iHembert 

Helen Ball, '07. Louise Hill, '07. 

Heber Birdsong, '07. Alice McCullebs, '07. 

Sallie H. Battle, '09. Julia McInttbe, '09. 

Kate Blacknall. Hazle Middleton. 

Ellen Duvall, '08. Eva Rogebson, '09. 

Lillian H. Fabmeb, '07. Frankie Self, '08. 

Inez Frazeb. Mary Vann, '09. 

Jessie Page Habris. Elizabeth Waddill, '08. 

Paula E. Hazard, '10. Grace Ward. 

Phyllis Hickson, '09. Annie Wells 

Honorary iWembersi 

Miss Lee. Miss Pool. Miss Cbtbbs. 

Miss McKimmon. Bishop Bratton. Mrs. Irvine. 

Miss Hull. Miss Walton. 

(A student Is required to make an average of 90 per cent In scholarship before she becomes eligible to 
membership In Epsllon Alpha PI.) 




EPSIUXN ALPHA PI, 1906-07. 




ALPHA RHO. 1906-07 




&lpfja Efjo Hittvavv i&octetp 

Colors : Purple and Gold. 
Founded 1906. 

©Ktcmf, 1906=07 

May Hoke, 'ii, President. 

Carile Weaver, 'ii, . . . . Vice-President. 

Bessie Arthur, 'ii, Secretary. 

Margaret Pennington, '11, . . Treasurer. 

Ila Thompson, 'ii, Critic. 

Matilda Haughton, 'ii, ..... . Teller. 

Miss Thomas, Patron. 

Mtmhtxsi 

Bessie Arthur. Katharine Overman. 

Coatsie Benedict. Margaret Pennington. 

Mart Bonner. Myrtle Powell. 

Isabel Brogden. Mary Tankard. 

Maude Eberhardt. Ila Thompson. 

Martha Ferebee. Carile Weaver. 

Matilda Haughton. Mary Wells. 

Isabel Heyward. Mabel Willis, 

wllhelmina harlow may hoke. 

Euth Mardre. 



ttye Color of tfje Summer g>fcp 

You wonder why I love the blue; 

Climb up on my knee and I'll tell you why, 
And then, Wee One, you'll love it, too, 

The color of the summer sky. 

The light of heaven first I knew 

In the radiant light of a mother's eye, 

And her eyes, Wee One, they were of blue, 
The color of the summer sky. 

When later I to manhood grew, 

A maid I loved — shall I tell you why? 

My Wee One's mother's eyes are blue, 
The color of the summer sky. 



And last this Wee One climbs my knee, 
And longs to know the reason why, — 

I look into her eyes and see — 
The color of the summer sky. 



Helen Katharine Liddell. 






Hongmg 



Upon my heart a mist of grayness lies, 
Cold, leaden, as the gray of winter skies, 
And life seems only loneliness for me; 
For I am longing for the South — and thee. 

A bird sings on a barren branch nearby; 

Its song is but a plaintive, longing cry 

For something that is not, but yet could be, 

Poor heart-sick bird! How much alike are we! 

Serena Cobia Bailey. 



(AKfrrBS. ka. 





glpfja Eappa $sit 

Founded and Chartered at St. Mary's, 1900. 
Nationalized 1904. 

Alpha Chapter, St. Mary's, Raleigh, N. C. 

Beta Chapter, Virginia Female Institute, Staunton, Va. 

Tau Chapter, Fairmont School, Monteagle, Tenn. 
Delta Chapter, Wesleyan, Macon, Ga. 

laipfm Chapter 

Colors: Blue and Gold. 
Flower : Forget-me-not. 

iboror in Jf atultate 

Eleanor Walter Thomas. 

Hwrores in 9caiemia 

Meta Cantey Boykin. 

Sara Hamilton Boykin. 

Rebecca Calvert Clark. 

Alice Witherspoon Corbett. 
Margaret Rosalie DuBose. 
Jane Porcher DuBose. 

Rosa Arrington Heath. 
Louise Hill. 

Sara Haigh Jones. 

Marguerite Ashley Short. 
Margaret Gray Stedman. 
Helen Strange. 

Elizabeth Turner Waddill. 

Eleanor Randolph Wilson. 



(gamma $£eta g>igma 




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#amma Peta H>igma 

Founded igoi. Chartered and Nationalized 1904. 

Alpha Chapter, St. Mary's, Raleigh, N. C. 
Beta Chapter, Baltimore, Md. 

Gamma Chapter, Columbia Institute, Columbia, Term. 

&lpf)a Cfjapter 

Flower : Violet. Colors : Purple and Gold. 

Ida Jean Rogerson. 

Mary Campbell Shuford. 
Jane Hildebrand Stillman. 
Sarah Prince Thomas. 
Grace Martin Ward. 
Margaret Robinson Williams. 
Annie Caroline Wood. 



Florence Marie Beckwith. 

Elizabeth McDonald Dixon. 

Minnie Leary. 

Pattie Louise Moore. 

Alice Munnerlyn. 

Eloise Robinson. 

Eva Rogerson. 



Miss Lizzie Hinton Lee. 



Eappa Mdta 



Eappa Bella 



Founded 1897. Chartered 1902. 

&oll of Cijapicrs 

Alpha — Virginia State Normal, Farmville, Va. 
Gamma — Hollins Institute, Hollins, Va. 

Delta — College for Women, Columbia, S. C. 

Theta — Randolph-Macon Woman's College, Lynchburg, Va. 
Sigma — Gunston Hall, Washington, D. C. 

Phi Psi — Fairmount Seminary, Washington, D. C. 
Zeta — University of Alabama, Tuscaloosa, Ala. 
Phi Delta— St Mary's, Raleigh, N. C. 

Kappa Alpha — Florida State College, Tallahassee, Fla. 
Rho Omega Phi — Judson College, Marion, Ala. 

$fji Delta Cfjapter 

£l>ororeS in Jfacultate 

Charlotte Kendall Hull. 
Yanita Cribbs. 

jgwoirs in gUabemia 

Mary Eleanor Atkinson. 
Marguerite Brown. 
Katherine Boylan. 

Mary Sydney Gabbett. 

Allene Carson Gentry. 

Annie Lyman Grimsley. 
Marie Koiner. 

Sue Brent Prince. 

Julia Connaly Rosser. 
Elizabeth Sturgeon. 

Lula Tucker Taliaferro. 
Annie Cordelle Wells. 
Louise Bruce Wright. 



$fn Jltu 



Founded at Wesleyan College, 1852. 

3RoU of Ciiaptn-e 

Alpha— Wesleyan College, Macon, Ga. 

Beta — Hollins Institute, Hollins, Va. 

Gamma — Salem College, Winston- Salem, N. C. 

Delta — Sophie Newcomb College, New Orleans, La. 
Upsilon Delta — St. Mary's, Raleigh, N. C. 

Zeta — Chevy Chase College, Chevy Chase, Md. 
Eta — Hardin College, Mexico, Mo. 

Theta — Belmont College, Nashville, Tenn. 

Upsilon ©elta Chapter 

g>ororeg in Jf aiultate 

Miss Kate McKimmon. Miss Martha A. Dowd. 

gborores in &cabemia 

Serena Cobia Bailey. 
Susan Forney Bynum. 
Emily Jordan Carrison. 
Hallie Jordan Carrison. 

Margaret Pendleton Cates. 
Lillian Hauser Farmer. 

ISABELLE ATWELL HanNA. 

Mary Katharine Henderson. 
Phyllis Dudley Hickson. 
Marguerite LeCron. 
Margaret Temple. 

Marguerite Vertner Thompson. 
Mary Elizabeth Wiggins. 



m>t TLittit <&Uj Haop 



Can you ever forget your visits to the little old lady? The dear little old lady! You 
used to go very often in those old days when you were a tiny girl. Her home was not 
very far from yours, so you could run in almost every afternoon to see her. How glad you 
were when you found her at home! Usually she was in the sitting-room, her willow rocking- 
chair placed in the bay-window, her tall two-story work-basket at her side. For the little 
old lady was always busy. 

How distinctly you can see her, in her quaint black dress with its basque, spreading skirt 
{for she still wore a hoop-skirt), and the crisp white cap that framed her dear face. The 
hair that peeped from under the cap was brown, for the little old lady was just a bit vain, 
and persisted in wearing a dark wig that she had first found becoming many years before. 
But the touch of vanity did not spoil her or her appearance. Hers was the sweetest old face 
in the world; sweet and yet roguish, too, for the mouth often broke into a smile and the 
twinkling eyes would join in expressing her merriment. 

If you found her sewing, she would tell you wonderful stories of her far-away youth, 
perhaps of how when a wee girl she and her eight-year-old brother traveled from South Caro- 
lina to Connecticut alone; how they made the long journey by boat and by stage-coach. Or 
she would describe her great-grandmother and the various uncles and aunts with whom she 
had lived until her marriage. Once she told you of how she and her husband went to a 
play, how she was shocked at one of the actresses "carrying on" as if she were crazy and 
how "Mr. Frink" (the little old lady's husband) explained that the woman was only acting. 
The little old lady, however, did not seem convinced of her sanity, and perhaps harbored a 
suspicion of the wisdom of theatre-goers in general. 

When the story-telling was over and the little old lady saw that you were hungry — 
and of course she could tell that by intuition — she would trip to the closet and get you 
jumbles or strawberry short-cake. For she prided herself on her cooking, and generally 
insisted on making the fancy dishes herself. 

You did not always find her sewing or occupied with the house-work, however, for often 
she was reading a church paper or her little Testament; the latter usually lay in her work- 
basket. When you came she would put the book aside and talk to you gently but seriously 
of goodness and patience. Perhaps you would ask if you might go with her to church next 
Sunday. She was always pleased to be asked this, and on the following Sabbath would slip 
a few peppermint drops into her pocket in order to give them to you if the sermon was 
very long. 

When your visit was over, she would probably go with you to the front steps and would 
kiss you, saying, "My dear child, you have been very good; tell your mamma so, and ask 
her to let you come and spend the day with us very soon." And then you would run home. 

Yes, it is a long time since the little old lady last kissed you good-bye, and you, your 
childish heart filled with love, hugged the wee form and kissed the sweet face again and 
again. Serena Cobia Bailey. 




&lma Jlater 



Tune : " Believe me if all those endearing young charms." 

St. Mary's ! wherever thy daughters may be, 

They love thy high praises to sing ; 
And tell of thy beauties of campus and tree 

Around which sweet memories cling. 
They may wander afar, out of reach of thy name. 

Afar, out of sight of thy grove, 
But the thought of St. Mary's aye kindles a flame 

Of sweet recollections and love. 

Beloved St. Mary's ! how great is our debt I 

Thou hast cared for thy daughters full well ; 
They can never thy happy instructions forget, 

Nor fail of thy virtues to tell. 
Generations to come may thy fair daughters still 

Fondly think on thy halls and thy grove 
And carry thy teachings — o'er woodland and hill — 

Of earnestness, wisdom, and love. H. 



E. H. 



Cfje guxiltarp at g>t Jfflarp'a 



WHomm'ti JBranclj 



Miss Thomas, President. 

Miss McKimmon, Secretary. 



Miss Sutton, Vice-President. 
Miss Smith, Treasurer. 



STunior Prantfj 

General Directress, Miss McKimmon. 



g>t. Catfjarine'8 Cfjapter 

Miss Thomas, Directress. 
Louise Hill, President. 
Marguerite LeCron, Treasurer. 
Emily Carrison, Secretary. 

&t. iflargaret'S Chapter 

Miss Cribbs, Directress. 
Sallie Haywood Battle, President. 
Mabel Willis, Vice-President. 
Matilda Haughton, Treasurer. 
Bettie Sturgeon, Secretary. 

g>t. iWonica'S Cfjapter 

Miss McKimmon, Directress. 
Elizabeth Waddill, President. 
Janie DuBose, Vice-President. 
Lyman Grimsley, Treasurer. 
Lee Brown, Secretary. 



g>t. <£li;auEtt)'s Cfjapter 

Mrs. Vincent, Directress. 
Susan Bynum, President. 
Alice Munnerlyn, Sec.-Treas. 



g>t. 3nnr's Cfjapter 

Miss Sutton, Directress. 
Eva Rogerson, President. 
Blanche Robinson, Vice-President. 
Mary Vann, Treasurer. 
Minnie Leary, Secretary. 

§>t. Ctfjelbreba'S Cfjapter 

Miss Spann, Directress. 
Sarah Jones, President. 
Katharine Henderson, Vice-Pres. 
Grace Ward, Treasurer. 
Marguerite Short, Secretary. 




^fje &ltar #utlti 



Director, Miss McKimmon. 

President, Emily Carrison. 

Treasurer, Mary Spruill. 



Sallie Haywood Battle. 
Susan Bynum. 

Emily Caebison. 

Ellen Duvall. 



Katharine Henderson. 

Phyllis Hickson. 

Louise Hill. 

Alice McCullees. 



Lillian Farmer. 
Inez Feazeb. 

Paula Hazard. 
Rosa Heath. 



Julia McIntyee. 
Mary Speuill. 

Sadie Thomas. 

Elizabeth Waddill. 
Elizabeth Wattees. 



"What are the Girlies running for?" the Simple Being cries; 

"The morning roll-call bell has rung," wise Know-It-All replies. 
"And don't they dress before they go?" the Simple Being cries; 

"They'd rather finish on the run," wise Know-It-All replies. 
"For they wouldn't miss a roll-call tho' they came ten times a day, 
For that's when the L. P. lectures and the Rector speaks his say. 
(They are on their good behavior, and it isn't any play), 

You have still a heap to learn, dear, at St. Mary's. 

"Why are the Girlies pushing so?" the Simple Being cries; 

"It is a generous way they have," good Know-It-All replies. 
"Then why proceed so cautiously?" the Simple Being cries; 
"The L. D. doesn't quite approve," good Know-It-All replies. 

"They are forming now the Chapel line and listening for the bell, 
Their thoughts are all of heaven, though they make you think — oh well. 
You mustn't be too hard on them that they like to go pell-mell, 
You have still a heap to learn, dear, at St. Mary's. 

"Why are the Girlies Btaring so?" the Simple Being cries; 

"They long to see the Riders start," wise Know-It-All replies. 
"But if they're going, why don't they go?" the Simple Being cries; 
"You've asked now one too hard for me," wise Know-It-All replies. 
"They are clinging to their horses, their mettle for to try; 
They are showing off their horses (not themselves) you won't deny; 
They're enjoying the sensation, but they'll start off bye-and-bye. 
You have still a heap to learn, dear, at St. Mary's. 

"Why are the Girlies weary so?" the Simple Being cries; 

"The bell for walking-hour has rung," good Know-It-All replies. 
"Why are they stretched upon the ground?" the Simple Being cries; 
"The rain fell heavily last night," good Know-It-All replies. 

"They must not be thought contrary when they show some strength of will. 
There's no game at A. & M. this week, so they might as well be ill; 
They could struggle to the Little Store, if you care to foot the bill. 
Yes, you've still a heap to learn, dear, at St. Mary's. 




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gtfjlettc gtegoctatton 



President, Marguerite LeCron. 

Vice-President, .... Sue Brent Prince. 

Secretary, Eloise Robinson. 

Treasurer, .... Marguerite Thompson. 

Helen Strange, Manager of the Tennis Clubs. 




pasfeet pall Yearns; 




MAIN BUILDING II. 



Centers. 


Guards. 


Forwards. 


S. Gabbett. 


S. Bynum. 


M. BOYKIN. 


M. Williams. 


M. Temple. 


E. Robinson (Ca.pt. ) 



Pasteet Pall GTeama 




MAIN 


BUILDING III. 




Centers. 


Guards. 


Forwards. 


M. Pennington. 


M. SHUFORD. 


I. Rooerson 


E. Rogerson (Capt.) 


R. Mardre. 


I,. Moore. 




^Ipfja Semite Club 



Meta Cantey Boykin. 
Isabel Brogden. 

Emily Jordan Carrison. 
Hallie Carrison. 

Margaret Pendleton Cates. 

Alice Witherspoon Corbett, Captain. 
Georgia Stanton Hales. 
Lela Lee Jemison. 

Sarah Haigh Jones. 
Alice McCullers. 

Margaret Cordon Pennington. 
Daisy Edna Sherrill. 

Marguerite Vertner Thompson. 




peta Ceimfe Club 



Lillian Hauser Farmer. 
Annie Lyman Grimsley. 
Jessie Page Harris. 
Alice Hines. 

Sue Brent Prince, Captain. 
Marguerite Ashley Short. 
Helen Strange. 

Margaret Temple. 

Sarah Prince Thomas. 
Bessie Watters. 

Carile Roselle Weaver. 
Mabel Willis. 



Pasfeet 3M Yearns; 




Centers. 

C. Benedict. 
S. Battle. 

D. Sherriix. 



WEST ROCK. 

Guards. 
C. Weaver. 
P. Hickson. 
B. Sturgeon (Capt.) 



Forwards. 
I. Thompson. 
J. Turner. 
N. Leland. 




Pasteet pall fteamg 



EAST EOCK. 
Centers. 

A. CORBETT. 

S. Prince. 

Guards. 
M. LeC'ron iCapt.) 
H. Strange. 

Foru-ards. 
M. Thompson*. 

B. Arthur. 




Cfje g>feetdj Clut! 

Miss Fenner, Critic. 

Rosa Heath, President. 

Eloise Robinson, Vice-President. 

Elizabeth Waddill, Secretary-Treasurer. 

Colors: Yellow and White. Flower: Daisy. 

Motto: Art is Power. 



Rainsford DuBose. 
Inez Frazer. 
Rosa Heath. 

Jessie Harris. 



Myrtle Powell. 
Eloise Robinson. 

Henrietta Schwartz. 
Allie Stokes. 



Pattie Lou Moore. 
Irving Morgan. 

Ruth Newbold. 

Cornelia Nixon. 



Elizabeth Waddill. 
Carile Weaver. 

Nell Wilson. 



>TBfiN@ CLU! 




1st jUlanbolin 

Prince. 
Corbett. 

1st Violin 

DuBose. 

3rb JWanbolin 

Powell. 

Schwartz. 



2no iWanbolin 

Cooper. 
Gilmer. 

2nb \Tiolin 

Adickes. 

diuitar 

Chamberlin. 

GWYN. 

Short. 




THE DRAMATIC CLUB. 



Di lector, 



Miss Cribbs. 



Piesident, . . . She Bhent Prince. 

Vice-President, . . . Emily Cakkison. 

Secretary-Treasurer, . . . Helen Strange. 



Nell Atkinson. 

Jessie Chapman. 

Beatrice Cohen. 

Rosa Heath. 



Phyllis Hickson. 

Eloise Robinson. 

Marguerite Thompson. 
Nell Wilson. 



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Cljt g>taff 

Serena Cobia Bailey, . Editor-in-Chief. 

Beatrice Bollman Cohen — Business Managers — Jessie Page Harris. 

Elizabeth Turner Waddill, Secretary. 

Sallie Haywood Battle. 
Georgia Stanton Hales. 
Helen Katharine Liddell. 
Helen Strange. 
Lillian Hauser Farmer. 



tKfjc Club 



Helen Ball. 
Hebee Birdsong. 
Emily Cabbison. 
Hallie Caerison. 
Mary Caeraway. 
Minnie Davis. 
Nathalie Dotteeeb. 
Inez Feazeb. 
Isabel Hanna. 
Leata Hartqe. 
Paula Hazard. 
Kathabine Henderson. 
Phyllis Hickson. 
Louise Hill. 
Alice Hines. 
Minnie Leaey. 
Mabguerite LeCbon. 



Euth Newbold. 
Alice McCullees. 
Eloise Robinson. 
Eva Eogebson. 
Ida Eogebson. 
Sue Pbince. 
Lula Taliafebbo. 
Maegaret Temple. 
Sadie Thomas. 
Marguerite Thompson. 
Feankie Self. 
Maey Suufoed. 
Maey Spbutll. 
Maey Vann. 
Bessie Wattees. 
Nell Wilson. 
Annie Wood. 



Mb. CRULKSHANK, Faculty Director. 



'% &atb tije Jfip" 



I belong to one of the oldest Fly families in this block, and my Ancestors for 
many generations back (even as far as a whole year) have lived in a Newspaper 
Office. I suppose that has developed my brain to an extraordinary degree and 
given me such a love for literature that I used to spend the whole night crawling 
over the newly-printed sheets of the " Morning Herald." With such strenuous 
mental labor I became thin and nervous, until my wife declared we must mo\'e ; 
the Newspaper atmosphere was too great a strain for everyday life. We were 
packing up the furniture in our snug little home (an empty Huyler box), when 
suddenly the cover was clapped on and we were in utter darkness ! After what 
seemed an age, the cover was removed and out we buzzed to find ourselves in a 
new country (which we afterwards learned was the snug bachelor quarters of 
the young Assistant Editor). 

My wife insists it was by chance we came there, — but women are so illogical ! 
Now my plan of reasoning is very clear. Flies are evidently of much importance 
to men, and are equally admired and feared by them. For, (Number one) I have 
often read in our paper of Flies being a most important factor in baseball games. 
(Number two) Only the other day I noticed in big headlines, " Man run over 
and killed by a fly on 24th St." (Of course that fly must have been a rather well- 
developed member of our family.) After reading that headline, I tried running 
as hard as I could over the bald head of my chief enemy, the City Editor. Kill 
him? Well, I guess not! He simply gave his head a resounding slap, which 
came very near putting me out of business for life. (Number three) Flies 
occupy a most conspicuous place in the literature of men. Why, in that epic of 
all ages (any cultured person will know what I mean) there is a whole verse 
devoted to our race, which begins, 

"I, said the fly, 
With my little eye." 

After these reasons, you will admit that the Assistant Editor most probably 
kidnapped us on account of our importance and value — that is my opinion. 

However that may be, we were very happy in our new home, and devoted the 
morning to exploring expeditions, and the afternoons to reading Magazines. 



But the chief event of the day was the mail. Whenever the Assistant Editor 
opened a letter, we two were there, ready for the news. My wife always made 
me begin at the head of the letter, while she began at the bottom and crawled up. 
Woman's curiosity is noted, and of course she always flew first to the " P. S." 
We soon became well acquainted with all the Editor's correspondents, especially 
one who signed herself Alice. Her " P. S.'s " were sometimes pages long, and 
the Editor would often read her letters five times over, without stopping — (which 
I must admit provoked me, as I was anxious to see the more important news). 
My wife would crawl over the lines as often as he read them, and once she said, 
if she had ever wanted to send me any love letters, she would have written just 
what Alice did. 

One day an awful thing happened. The letter came, and I had hardly time 
to light on the top of the page when my wife flew up to me. " What can be the 
matter? There is no P. S., not a sign of one ! " Together we crawled over those 
few short lines. 

" You need not trouble yourself to call to-morrow. I am sending back your 
ring by the next mail." " They have had a misunderstanding," my wife whis- 
pered to me. " And they must make up ! " Are not all women born match- 
makers ? 

The Editor sat gazing into the fire, rigidly upright in his chair. Suddenly 
the gleaming flame reflected on the charm of his watch fob caught his eye. He 
opened the tiny locket and looked into the smiling eyes of the picture inside. 
" By Jove, she can't mean all that ! I must see her myself." And he struggled 
into his great coat. My wife looked at me with a glance that meant, " Go with 
him, and report to me all that happens," and without a murmur I lit on his 
shoulder. 

I had often ridden there before, but never for so long a distance. Finally, 
we went up some stairs and rang a bell. The servant who answered the door was 
evidently used to seeing the Editor, and ushered him into the sitting-room without 
a word. There before the fire, her face hidden in her hands, sat a young girl. 
She looked up when she heard us coming, and the sudden joy in her sweet brown 
eyes made even my fly heart beat the faster. " Douglas," she cried. 

And then being a well-trained and gentlemanly fly, I deliberately turned my 
back on them (though I was dying to look) and pretended that my sole desire in 
life was to crawl over the wall-paper. After a long, long time I decided I could 
with perfect propriety resume my favorite seat on the Editor's shoulder. I 
buzzed over to where they sat, but I was too late — the Editor's shoulder was 
otherwise occupied ! Margaret Rosalie DuBose. 



rtate Club* 



I wish I was in de land ob cotton, 
Old times dar am not forgotten, 

Look away! Look away! Look away down South in Dixie! 
In Dixie land whar I was born in, 
Early on one frosty mornin', 

Look away! Look away! Look away down South in Dixie! 

Den I wish I was in Dixie, Hooray! Hooray! 
In Dixie's land I'll take my stand, 
To lib an die in Dixie! 

Away, away, away down South in Dixie! 

FLORIDA. 
GEORGIA. 
MARYLAND. 
SOUTH CAROLINA. 

Thou wilt not cower in the dust, Here's to the State of palmettoes; 

Maryland 1 Here's to the State that vanquished foes; 

Thy beaming sword shall never rust. Here's to the State of valiant sons, 

Maryland! Here's to her women, the noblest ones; 

Remember Carroll's sacred trust; Here's to the grandest State on earth — 
Remember Howard's warlike thrust; South Carolina! 

And all thy Slumberera with the Just, 

Maryland! My Maryland! 

Carolina! Carolina! Heaven's blessings attend her! 
While we live we will cherish, protect and defend her; 
Though the scorner may sneer at and witlings defame her, 
Our hearts swell with gladness whenever we name her. 

Hurrah! Hurrah! the Old North State forever! 
Hurrah! Hurrah! the good Old North State! 




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W$t &outf) Carolina Club 

Colors : Blue and White. Emblem : The Palmetto. 

Motto: Dura spiro spero. 

Emily Jordan Carrison, President, Camden. 

Alice Witherspoon Corbett, Vice-President, . . Camden. 

Lillian Hauser Farmer, Secretary-Treasurer, . Florence. 



Bessie Arthur, Union. 

Meta Boykin, Boykin. 
Sara Boykin, Boykin. 

Hallie Carrison, Camden. 
Beatrice Cohen, Florence. 

Jane DuBose, Columbia. 
Margaret DuBose. 

Ellen Duvall, Cheraw. 
Christine Frazier, Ninety-Six. 

Inez Frazer, Charleston. 



Paula Hazard, Georgetown. 

Phyllis Hickson, Cheraw. 
Gladys Huff, Laurens. 

Jessie Jennings, Florence. 
Norman Leland, Great Falls. 

Julia McIntyre, Mullins. 
Hazle Middleton, Charleston. 

Irving Morgan, Charleston. 
Elizabeth Waddill, Cheraw. 

Annie Wells, Columbia. 
Mary Wells, Columbia. 



Miss Eleanor W. Thomas, Columbia. 




Gate-S °j S^A^^sT^ne. 



Cfje Jf lortba Club 



Colors: Orange and Green. Flower: Orange Blossom. 

Motto: In God We Trust. 
President, Serena Cobia Bailey. Secretary-Treasurer, Mary Louise Hoke. 

Mtmbtvi 

Martha Hawkins Bailey, Micanopy. 
Serena Cobia Bailey, Palatka. 

Florence Marie Beckwith, Jacksonville. 
Mary Welford Gwynn, Tallahassee. 
Mary Louise Hoke, Jensen. 

Alice Munnerlyn, Jacksonville. 

Jane Hildebrand Stillman, Jacksonville. 
Elizabeth Jordan Waiters, Jacksonville. 

Margaret Robinson Williams, Jacksonville. 



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I. Hanna. M. LeCron. M. Thompson-. 

Honorary Member. . . Mr. CRUIKSHANK. 



&mong <^ur£elbeg 

TOJapjflarfes in tfjr $as»ing of tf)t £?rai\ 

Sept. 20, 1906 Advent Term formally opened. Address by Rev. S. L. Bost. 

Oct. 18. Wednesday State Fair Day. 

Oct. 19. Thursday Madame Nordica Concert. Auditorium of the School for the Blind. 

Oct. 27. Saturday Sigma Lambda Reception. 

Oct. 31. Wednesday Hallowe'en. 

Nov. 1. Thursday All Saints. Founders' Day. 

Nov. 3. Saturday St. Anne's Flower Tea. 

Nov. 10. Saturday Ben Greet Co. in "Everyman." Opera House. 

Nov. 24. Saturday St. Etheldreda's: "Who's to Inherit?" 

Nov. 26. Monday First Faculty Concert. 

Nov. 28. Wednesday Epsilon Alpha Pi Reception. 

Nov. 29. Thursday .Thanksgiving Day. Basket-ball: East vs. Main. 

Dec. 8. Saturday St. Elizabeth's: "For Love or Money." 

Dec. 15. Saturday St. Catharine's: "Alice in Wonderland." 

Dec. 19. Wednesday Inter-society Meeting. "Mclver Memorial." Muse Club. Christ- 
mas Celebration and Reception. 

Dec. 20 to Jan. 4 Christmas Holidays. 

Jan. 6. Sunday .Epiphany. Dedication of the Saunders Memorial Window. 

Jan. 12. Saturday St. Margaret's Chapter in "A Night in Bohemia." 

Jan. 18-23 Mid-term Examinations. 

Jan. 19. Friday Robert E. Lee Centenary. Inter-society Celebration. 

Jan. 26. Saturday Muse Club. Japanese Tea. 

Feb. 2. Saturday Juniors' Reception to Seniors. 

Feb. 7. Thursday Faculty Musicale Complimentary to Legislature, Governor, and 

State Officers. 

Feb. 8. Friday First Pupil Recital. 

Feb. 9. Saturday Muse Club in "Cupid in Shirt Sleeves." 

Feb. 13 Ash Wednesday. Lent begins. 

Feb. 13 to March 30 Lent. 

Lent Services, Mondays, Wednesdays, Fridays, at 5:30. 
Confirmation Lectures, Sundays, 6:45. 

Feb. 20. Wednesday Special Meeting of Trustees to elect a Rector. 

Feb. 22. Friday Washington's Birthday. Inter-society Celebration. 

Feb. 27. Wednesday Longfellow Centenary. Inter-society Celebration. 

March 1. Friday Second Pupils' Recital. 

March 29 Good Friday. Holy Day. Three-Hour Service. 



March 24. Sunday Palm Sunday. Bishop's Visit for Confirmation. 

March 31 Easter Day. 

April 1. Monday Senior Reception. Misses Cohen and Hill. 

April 13. Saturday St. Etheldreda's and St. Elizabeth's Chapters: A Country Fair. 

April 24. Wednesday. . . . Dress Parade, A. & M. Battalion in the Grove. 
April 24. Wednesday. ... Inter-society Debate. Sigma Lambda vs. E. A. P. 

April 27. Saturday Muse Club: "A West Point Regulation." 

April 26. Friday Chamber Concert. Misses Hull and Pixley and Dr. Summey. 

May 1, 2, 3 May Music Festival. 

May 11. Saturday Dramatic Club in "A Lunch in the Suburbs." 

May 18. Saturday Annual Concert of the String Club. 

May 22. Wednesday Orchestra Recital. 

May 23-28 Final Examinations. 

May 28 to 31 Commencement. 

May 28. Tuesday — 

8 p. rn Recital. Expression Dept. in "Midsummer Night's Dream." 

May 29. Wednesday — 

11 : 30 a. m. .Class Day Exercises. 
4 : 00 p. m . . Annual Meeting Trustees. 
4:30 p. m. . Annual Meeting Alumnae. 
8 : 00 p. m . . Dedication of the Eliza Battle Pittman Memorial Building. 

Address: Hon. R. B. Glenn, Governor of North Carolina. 
Address: Rt. Rev. Kinloch Nelson, Bishop of Georgia. 

May 30. Thursday — 

11:00 a.m. .Consecration of the Chapel. 

Commencement Sermon: Rt. Rev. T. D. Bratton, Bishop of Mississippi. 
5 : 00-6 : 30 p. m . . Commencement Reception. 

Annual Exhibit of the Art Department. 
8:30 p. m. .Annual Concert. 

May 31. Friday— 

10:30 a. m. .Graduating Exercises. 

Class Exercises in the Auditorium. 

Final Exercises in the Chapel. 
May 31. Friday Sixty-fifth Session ends. 



Cf)e "Statistic pictures;," 1907 




Nell Atkinson. 
"Most Coquettish.' 




Sue Brent Prince. 
"'Most popular." 
"Most attractive." 
"Best dancer." 




Serena Bailey. 

"Prettiest." 

"Most Energetic. " 



Cfje'^tattsittc pictures," 1907 




Marguerite LeCron. 
"Most athletic." 



Rosa Heath. 
''Handsomest.*' 



Calendar 




Old Father Time sat making up his books, 
Anon he scratched and shook his hoary head, 
Anon he murmured, "Dear, oh dear, oh dear, 
I have the record of St. Mary's Year 
To write, of all that there they did or said." 

So straight he called to him his messengers, 
Who for a while each at St. Mary's stayed, 
And sought to know of all that there befell, 
And later this to Father Time to tell, 
When all the yearly record books he made. 

"September" — Here a youth with chestnut curls 
And ruddy cheeks, and eyes of hazy blue, 
Came forward, and in accents crisp and clear, 
He said, "Oh, Father Time, you'll think, I fear, 
I've not performed the task I had from you. 

"But long I stayed not in St. Mary's Grove, 
And what I saw was much as other years, 
Of maids who old acquaintances renew, 
And make a-many a new acquaintance, too; 
Or many a home-sick maid in bitter tears." 



Then came October, clad in russet cloak, 

A pleasant twinkle in his eyes of gray, 

Like whistle of a merry wind, his voice, 

Which makes the hearts of those who hear rejoice 

And all crowd near to hear what he will say: 

"A merry tale I bring you, Father Time, 
Of ladies fair and lords of courtly grace, 
Of gallant knights, of Emperors and clowns, 
Of dreadful beasts, of elves and priestly gowns, 
Who on 'All Hallowe'en there had their place." 





November next appeared before Old Time, 

Wearing the richest garments of the year, 

A spacious basket held he in each hand, 

Filled with the harvest fruits from every land, 

And when he spoke his voice was sweet and clear: 

"St. Mary's was in autumn glories dressed 
When I within her portals made my way, 
Her daughters greeted me with keen delight, 
Their words, their faces and their hearts were bright 
Because I brought them glad Thanksgiving Day." 



December, in his ermine cloak of snow, 
A holly wreath upon his frosty hair, 
His scepter of the greenest mistletoe — 
For he is king of all the year, you know — 
Came singing carols free from every care. 

"I brought the Christmas season when I came, 
And filled St. Mary's full of joy and mirth; 
I covered all the Grove with whitest snow, 
And soon the maidens glad did homeward go 
To keep the time of peace, good will on earth." 




January. 







Next cold and frozen January came, 
And held his shaking fingers to the fire, 
His sparkling eyes like icicles did shine, 
And he in voice of wintry winds did whine 
A doleful tale unto the worthy sire: 

"A woeful time I at St, Mary's found, 
No sign there was of joy or recreation, 
The saddest time, I think, of all the year, 
So filled it was with many a sigh and tear, 
And all from one sad cause — examination." 



Then solemn, thoughtful February came, 
His steps were slow and low he bent his head, 
The silence of midwinter filled the room 
And over all was cast a spell of gloom, 
While every one did listen, as he said: 

"I found St. Mary's sadder than her wont, 
And thoughtful seemed her maidens as they went 
Each afternoon to prayer with footsteps slow, 
With humble hearts, and reverent voices low — 
For I was at St. Mary's during Lent." 





But in rushed March ere February ceased. 

lie held a tiny crocus in one hand. 
His heavy locks were tossed about his face, 
And swift he hurried in to take his place, 
And thus began to answer Time's demand: 

"I took St. Mary's just a glimpse of Spring, 
'Old winter's past; now up and out,' I cried; 
I told them of the coming of sweet May, 
And spurred them on to mood more blithe 
and gay 

To greet the coming of the Easter-tide." 



Then laughing April tripped into the room, 
But soon her laughter turned to woeful cries, 
She took her place before good Father Time, 
Mid tears and smiles, and all in pretty rhyme, 
Began a tale of maidens, ah so wise: 



"Oh, Father, had you seen those maidens there, 
Studying from early morn till midnight late, 
Lost in the pages of some monstrous books, 
Their faces bearing wise and knowing looks, 
You'd wondered what the cause; 'twas The Debate.* 




The last of all to come was Baby May, 
Dressed in a dainty cloudlet, fleecy white, 
Her eyes were of the deepest, freshest blue, 
Her cheeks had caught the sunset's latest hue, 
She lisped her tale in innocent delight. 

"Oh, everything was happy as could be, 
Maids all in white were seated in a row, 
They tried to look so dignified and grave, 
And did their very utmost to behave, 
Till their diplomas had, then home did go." 

And when they all had done, old Father Time 

Most heartily did thank these servants good, 

For going to St. Mary's, one and all, 

And telling him of all that did befall, 

In just the very best way that they could. 

And he did straightway write their sayings down, 
So if you don't believe my tale is true, 
Why then, if you at Father Time's big book, 
Will pause a moment, and will take a look, 
You'll find there just what I've been telling you. 
Helen Katharine Liddell. 



9 T%it to Cast &ocfc 



Filled once with a longing to visit again the scenes of my earthly habitation, 
I sought for, and was granted, the privilege often accorded to those who have 
thrown off the robes of mortality, to visit again the scenes of my mortal existence 
"for one hour of human life." . . . That must mean not one hour as we 
spirits count it, which may be eternity and would give time enough to review all 
the vicissitudes of a mortal life, but an hour as humans count it, with all its 
earthly limitations. Then, since I had but one such hour to spend, I must change 
my plans and spend that hour among the scenes of greatest happiness, where 
the happiest, most careless, free, and irresponsible days were spent ; free from 
the thoughtless pleasures or intense sufferings of childhood, or the greater joys 
but deeper sorrows of later life. . . . This must surely be the school days, 
and with the thought, I stood upon the threshold of dear old St. Mary's. 

Dear old St. Mary's ! had I been human, my heart would have glowed at the 
sight, though it was night upon earth. What should I visit first — the dormitories, 
Art Building, Rectory, Chapel? Even the Infirmary held a charm, but wait — 
" one hour of human life " — that would scarcely be time for one building, so I 
must choose quickly. Then my own East Rock. 

So I climbed with all the lightheartedness of my earthly youth the familiar 
East Rock stairs, and a longing filled me to know what manner of mortals now 
dwelt within those dear familiar rooms. The inhabitants of East Rock were 
wrapped in slumbers. How could I tell what manner of mortals they were? 
As I wondered, a phrase well known in olden time came to my mind — "To sleep, 
perhaps to dream" — ah, yes, to spirits is granted the power to see the thoughts 
of mortals. I would look into the dear girls' dreams. 

Therewith I passed into the room which I knew must be marked " Hall 
Mother." " Hall Mother," however, must have been done away with at St. 
Mary's, for within was a girl, and looking into her dream I saw — a large, beautiful 
Basket Ball, quarreling with an equally large and beautiful Tennis Racquet as to 
which was president of the "Athletic Association." I smiled as I remembered 
former St. Mary's Athletic Associations, and passed out into the room marked 
" J. Gilmer and E. Campbell." 

A tall, handsome girl, which by spiritual instinct I knew for Campbell, smiled 
as she dreamed of five hundred and fifty " A.-and-M.'ers " (how familiar it 
sounds) at her feet in open adoration. " Happy girl," I murmured, and turned 
toward Gilmer, whose dream was filled with a tall, dark woman seated at a piano. 
. . . I then passed on to the next room, labelled " Henderson and Bailey." 
I gazed at the calm, serene face which I knew must be Bailey's and was surprised 
to find how troubled the dreams were. " The Muse " — where had I heard that 
name before? Why, on earth, of course. She worked, toiled, labored, and 
produced a good Muse by the tenth of the month, but could never get it out 
before the twenty-fifth. " My sympathy, my dear," I whispered, for I, too, 
had struggled with The Muse. . . . My gaze then turned to Henderson, a 
chubby little woman who also was having troubled dreams. Her pet hair-brush 




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was lying where the whole school, one girl after another, passed, picked it up, 
used it, and passed on, while she looked on in agony, powerless to say or do 
anything. " Poor Kiddy," I murmured, and slipped into the room of "Corbett 
and Arthur." . . . 

What was the matter in East Rock? It was certainly filled with troubled 
sleepers. The quiet, peaceful little word " dream " would hardly apply to Corbett, 
who fancied herself rushing madly up and down the hall, wringing her hands and 
crying, " Has anybody seen anything of a piece of music called ' Old Folks at 
Home'?" ... I turned to the Arthur child, who was smiling in her sleep, 
as well she might, for she dreamed of a soft, sweet, soothing serenade. A. & M.'s 
musical ability must have greatly improved since my days on earth. . . . 

Now the corner room. How we all fought to get that room ! I glanced 
at the door: "Jones, Short, Wells," and passed inside. I looked at Jones first, 
who may well be described by the earthly word " plump." What a dream ! She 
was standing before a long mirror, and the image reflected in it was of a tall, 
sylph-like creature — yea, more than sylph-like, actually thin. ... I hurried 
on to Short, for I realized my time was passing, and as I glanced at her dream 
I saw a large audience listening breathless to a wonderful prima donna. . . . 
As I moved to Wells, a faint odor of violets came to me. Such a dream ! the 
room filled so full of Parma violets that there was just room enough for her in it. 
She smiled, and I saw that a " familiar strain from Lohengrin " was passing 
through her mind. 

But I must hurry, and I quickly passed to the next room. " Hales, Jer.iison, 
Hines." Poor Hales, she dreamed that the, power of speech was to be taken from 
her in two minutes, and that she was trying to say the greatest number of words 
possible in that time. . . . Jemison dreamed of a large, luxurious bath-tub 
filled with steaming-hot water, which was her's for eternity. . . . Hines, 
dear child, was sleeping so peacefully that not even a dream disturbed her 
slumbers. 

The next room was " Watters and Liddell." Here, indeed, was a tragedy 
in a dream ; for Watters dreamed that her shirt-waists were tearing to the laundry 
and she was rushing after them to save them, was herself caught in the machinery 
and rent in pieces. I shuddered, but could not help smiling. . . . Liddell 
was dreaming that she was on time to something, and this seemed to startle her 
so that I saw she was in danger of waking up, and I slipped hurriedly into the 
quarters of " Strange and Prince." 

Again I met happy dreamers, for though 'twas Strange, she dreamed she 
had won the Inter-Society Debate and stood alone, victorious. Inter-Society 
Debate, again a pang of remembrance. ... I did not have time to investigate 
the dreams of Prince, for as I turned she murmured, " You know that's punk." 
I agreed, and as my time had dwindled to almost nothing, I hastened to the last 
room of " Ward and Wood." . . . My last pang of earthly remembrances 
came to me when I saw the troubled face of Ward, who thought she was trying 
to collect Chapter dues, which though " only five cents," no one would pay ; and 
the happy expression of Wood, who dreamed she was at home. 

My time was up, and there came over me a terribly real feeling that the bell 
was going to ring. ... I slipped down East Rock stairs and vanished from 
the earth. H. K. L. 



It is Miss Pool, in a light-green waist, 

And she stoppeth one of three. 
"With thy short-sleeved dress, and thy low thin shoes, 

Now come along with me." 

II. 

"The school-room doors are opened wide, 

And they soon will close up fast; 
Miss Katie dislikes us to come in late 

After the time is past." 

III. 

She held her with her stony gaze — 

The little prep, stood still, 
And listened like a three-years child; 

Miss 'Liza had her will. 

rv. 

"There was a little boy," quoth she, 

"Who thinly clad, grew chill, 
"Until when winter's blast blew strong, 

"The little boy fell ill. 



"Now where then are thy warm, thick clothes! 

"Thy father I will write 
"To send me money to buy you some, 

"Before next Wednesday night. 

VI. 

"If on that waist again this week 

"My practised eye should light, 
"You may be sure, your dancing hours, 

"You'll spend with me at night. 

VII. 

"Now go, my child, and mind my words." 

The little prep, went on; 
A sadder and a wiser girl, 

She dressed the morrow morn. Sadie Thomas. 




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Password: "Let the wide world wag as it will." 

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Chief Talker Manie Leake Parsons. 

Chief Monkey, Corinne Gregory. 

Chief Giggler, Pattie Wall. 

Chief Cook and Bottle-washer, . Jessie Harris. 




Pass-Word : Starvation. 



Colors 



{Chocolate Brown. 
Olive Green. 




Qualifications foh Membership : 

Ability to eat anything we make, to 
make anything out of nothing, and 
hoodoo anybody into giving us 
food. 



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Susan Forney Bynum. 

Marguerite Vertner Thompson. Marguerite LeCbon. 

Mary Wiggins. Margaret Temple. 




KNOCKS 



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The trick of singularity. — M. Vann. 

. . . hath planted in her memory 

An army of good words. . . . — K. Henderson. 

I thank you for your voices, thank you — 

Your most sweet voices. — Miss Cribbs' Dormitory. 

Seldom he smiles and smiles in such a sort, 
As if he mock'd himself, and scorn'd his spirit, 
That could be mov'd to smile at anything. — M. Vann. 

But I am constant as the northern star. — /. Frazer. 

What private griefs they have, alas! I know not. — M. Ferebee and C. Weaver. 

Her life was gentle . . . — Alice Munnerlyn. 

If we should fail, we fail. 

But screw your courage to the sticking-place, 

And we'll not fail. — E. Rogerson. 



I must become a borrower of the night, 
For a dark hour, or twain. — The Frata. 

I would applaud thee to the very echo, 
That should applaud again. — P. Hazard. 

Delightful task! to rear the tender thought, 

To teach the young idea how to shoot. — Miss DuBose. 

One hurried kiss—one last, one long embrace — 
One yearning look upon her tender face. 

The Senior on Commencement Day. 

Unto the ground she cast her modest eye, 

And, ever and anon, with rosy red, 

The bashful blush her snowy cheek did dye. — Isabel Heyward. 



Sleep, baby, sleep.- 



Mclntyre. 



Hie! hie! the girls do cry, 

"The Chicken" has grown more hair, 

Ret Ruff has willed the "Mule"' a new wig, 

And now on the hall there 're a pair. — L. Farmer and E. Carrison. 

SIGN ON MISS THOMAS' DOOR: 



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E. CAERISON 







Skill'd in the ogle of a roguish eye. — M. Cates. 

Above, below, in ocean and in sky, 
Thy fairy worlds, Imagination, lie. — R. Ncicbold. 

She would not, with a peremptory tone, 

Assert the nose upon her face her own. — G. Huff. 

Nothing great was ever achieved without enthusiasm. — M. Boykin. 

I see that the fashion wears out more apparel than the man. — M. Koxner. 

True as the needle to the pole, 

Or as the dial to the sun. — Mary Virginia to (?) 

In maiden meditation, fancy free. — L. Hill. 

The poet's eye in a fine frenzy rolling. — 8. Bailey. 

I am the very pink of courtesy. — Elizabeth Waddill. 




Coates Benedict. 
Isabel Heyward. 



Myrtle Powell. 
Mabel Willis. 



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Motto : Eat, drink and be merry, for to-morrow we diet. 



Day: Every day. 



Object: A rattling good time. 
Colors: Salmon Pink and Orange. 
Emblem : Cauliflower. 



Florence M. Beckwith. Katharine Henderson. 

Meta C. Boykin. Jane Hiloebrand Stillman. 

Hallie J. Carrison. Margaret R. Willia. 



Time laborately thrown away. — J. Brogden. 

She nueds no eulogy, she speaks for herself. — G. Bales. 

Sentimentally I am disposed to harmony, 

But organically I am incapable of a tune. — W. Wilson. 

Lest men suspect your tale untrue, 
Keep probability in view. — M. Thompson. 

5 Tis the voice of the sluggard, I heard her complain, 

You have waked me too soon, I must slumber again. — B. Strange. 

Whence is thy learning? Hath thy toil 

O'er books consumed the midnight oil? — M. Owynn. 

Procrastination is the thief of time. — Miss Pool. 

Oh! there's nothing half so sweet in life 
As love's young dream. — A. Corbett. 

I have found you an argument, I am not obliged to find you an understanding. — B. 
Liddell. 

Better to be driven out from among men than to be disliked of children. — L. Farmer. 

hour of all hours, most bless'd upon earth, 
Blessed hour of our feasts. — The Clubs. 

As sweet and musical, 
As bright Apollo's lute, strung "with his hair. — Miss Dowd. 

A proper man as one shall see in a summer's day. — Mr. Stone. 

The fair, the chaste, and unexpressive she. — A. Moore. 

Her voice was ever soft, 
Gentle. p.nd low — an excellent thing in woman. . . . — M. Eberhardt. 

For I am nothing if not critical. — P. Bickson. 

She was a wight — if ever such wight were. — E. Rcmbert. 

And learn the luxury of doing good. — Miss Spann. 

She bore herself so gently that the lily on the stalk bends not so easily its dewy head. — 

She was knowing in all needle-work. — N. Atkinson. 
R. Shields. 

Mix'd wisdom with pleasure, and wisdom with mirth. — M. Shuford. 

For none more likes to hear herself converse. — S. Thomas. 

Nor less was she in heart affected, 

But that she masked it with modesty. — M. Pennington. 

Manners all graceful. — D. Sherrill. 



There was going to be a fine ball-game 
That we all were "just crazy" to see. 

It was sure to be very exciting 

Which appealed much to people like me. 

So we went and "conferred with the Rector," 
He looked at the "list" that we had 

And said, "Daughters, you must get a teacher; 
I've the laundry to fix. It's too bad." 

We then went and begged Mr. Cruikshank. 

He said, "How can I go with you? 
I've not sent the Muse to the pres3 yet, 

And I've alumnae business to do." 

Then next we attacked poor Miss Fenner; 

"Won't you chaperone us to the game?" 
She replied: "Look out, I'm on the war-path. 

Go away, Babes, as quick as you came." 

Mr. Stone said that he'd gladly take us, 
If 'twas not that an old college chum 

And a lot of his numerous colleagues 
Had to see him, so he could not come. 

Miss Smith and Miss Thomas were weary 

From helping along the debate. 
Miss Pool had to see girls for "skipping," 

When she'd get through, it would be too late. 

Misses Pixley and Hull had to practice 
For a concert that they were to give. 

Mrs. Turner, we would not impose on 
For without her we never could live. 

When we asked her, Miss Spann replied to us: 

"With no vacant time am I blest ; 
Mrs. Irvine is going out calling, 

And I'm going to help her get dressed." 

Miss Walton had too many patients. 

Miss Sutton was busy with mail. 
Miss Lee and Miss Katie laughed at us. 

So we really began to grow pale. 

To Miss Cribbs with our plea we resorted, 
How we begged and implored her to go. 

She was sorry that she had already 
An engagement to go with a beau. 

Then we went to our most youthful teacher, 
At last some one favored our plea, 

Miss DuBose said that she'd gladly take us. 
We rushed and got ready with glee. 




The Muse's Sponsors in Their Lair. 

Cfje 1907 Poarb 

Lillian Haxjser Farmer, Editor-in-Chief. 

Emily Jordan Carrison, .... Business Manager. 

Louise Hill, 
Mary James Spruill, 
Helen Ball, 

Beatrice Bollman Cohen, 
Literary Editors. 

Alice McCullers, Sue Brent Prince, Heber Birdsong, 
Art Editors. 



We present to you our compliments 

And bid you now adieu, 

Hoping that you've found some pleasure in what s here ; 

May th' array of well-known places 

And of dear, familiar faces 

Oft recall the happy mem'ries of the year. 

You '11 be thinking of St. Mary's 

As you wander through the Muse ; 
Let regard for Alma Mater be strengthened as you look : 
If a glance here, now or later. 
Makes your love for her the greater. 
Then you've gotten at the spirit of our book. 



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